'First meeting?
'Do not … investigate each other?'
Thales revealed a puzzled and doubtful expression.
"Mystic energy is the foundation and root of our existence. It is also the reason why we are called Mystics.
"Never, ever, ever, ever ask another Mystic about their understanding of mystic energy, and never reveal your own understanding of mystic energy to any other Mystic." Asda's gaze was cold. He used the word 'never' three times to emphasize his attitude at the moment.
"This is' do not investigate each other '."
"Mystic energy? Understanding of mystic energy? " Thales could not help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. "So that is the weakness of Mystics. Once your 'foundation and root' is figured out, you will be attacked by another Mystic?"
However, Asda only maintained his cold gaze and stared fixedly at Thales.
For a few seconds.
"What's wrong?" Thales felt a chill down his spine under his stare.
"What you are doing now is trying to probe my understanding of mystic energy," Asda finally said quietly, but the words that came out of his mouth caused his listeners to turn pale with fright. "Among Mystics, this will be seen as a declaration of war."
Startled, Thales subconsciously shrank back a little.
'This is considered … a declaration of war?'
Thales immediately remembered the Blood Mystic's words — the civil war of Mystics.
"Alright, alright, I won't ask." The second prince could only shrug anxiously. "So Mystics cannot talk about mystic energy? Then everyone's daily interaction is to greet each other when they meet, say hello, goodbye, have you eaten, and then go their separate ways, never to contact each other — "
"This is not a joke."
Asda interrupted him coldly.
"The Three Great Agreements of Mystics were concluded by our predecessors through countless experiences and examples over a long period of time. No matter which one is violated, it will bring about terrible, serious, and unpredictable consequences." The Air Mystic's eyes flashed, causing Thales to feel a slight chill down his spine.
Thales was stunned. He could not help but ask in a daze, "What … are the consequences?"
"You will know." Asda shook his head. "Now, you only need to remember the first agreement and that it must not be violated."
Thales sighed. "What about the other two?"
"You are still far from the level where you know about them." Asda still shook his head mysteriously. "When you become a Mystic and find your own 'name of origin', I will tell you. Don't ask me what a 'name of origin' is. You will know when the time comes."
Thales, who was about to speak, could only hang his head in disappointment.
"Alright, at least … can you help me answer one of my doubts?"
Asda nodded slightly, and his expression seemed to relax a little.
Thales revealed a worried expression. "When I use that … whatever 'mystic energy' you mentioned, the effect is different every time. But almost every time I use it, I feel intense pain. Recently, it almost took my life."
As Thales spoke, a few worrisome scenes appeared before his eyes.
In the dungeon of Vine Manor, Ralf was shackled.
In front of Renaissance Palace, the young Psionic Assassin and his warm, beating heart.
In front of the muzzles of Black Sand Region's Mystic Guns, red light scattered everywhere, and Arracca's Motionless Bow.
Thales secretly clenched his fists. "What's going on?"
He suddenly noticed that after Asda heard his words, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. The Mystic had always looked indifferent, but this instead highlighted the unusual change in his expression.
"'Use'?" After a while, Asda narrowed his eyes. He shook his head and snorted, as if he did not believe Thales' words.
"You haven't even touched the door to becoming a Mystic. How can you use mystic energy?"
Thales was slightly stunned.
"That's right. Do you remember that time at Red Street Market? You squeezed me … "The second prince rubbed his hands in embarrassment. He observed Asda's expression and decided not to describe what happened that night in detail." In short, we blew up a house, and you discovered that I have a Mystic's constitution or something … It was the feeling at that time …
"Later, I realized that as long as I bleed, I can use that power. It was the same feeling …"
Asda's expression changed slightly again.
The room was quiet for a few seconds. Asda stared at the ground, as if he was thinking.
"No." After a while, the Air Mystic raised his head and said solemnly, "Your performance that night, we habitually call it …
'Losing control'. "
Asda pursed his lips.
"Yes! Losing control! "Thales suddenly clapped his hands and said," I remember now. You said this word that night … "
'Losing control …'
The next moment, Thales' face paled and he did not continue.
He suddenly understood what the Mystic meant.
'Losing control.'
"Losing control." Thales looked shocked and murmured, "Losing control?"
Asda stared at him silently. The expression in his eyes was unclear.
"You mean, this power, this so-called mystic energy …" Thales furrowed his brows and his breathing quickened. "Can't be controlled by myself?
I can't actively 'use' it? "
Asda narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed a little surprised that Thales had reacted so quickly.
Asda shook his head and confirmed Thales' guess. "At least in your current stage, you can't."
Thales looked at Asda doubtfully.
"Impossible. I can use it every time I bleed." Thales gritted his teeth and touched his head. "That feeling is like I woke up from a chaotic dream …"
At this moment, the Mystic's expression changed.
He suddenly raised a finger.
In the next second, Thales' voice was cut off. He then felt the air around him stagnate, and he could no longer inhale air!
Thales stared at Asda, who had raised his finger, in shock!
However, the Mystic only stared coldly at the prince.
He did not say a word.
'What?'
Thales clutched his neck and opened his mouth with all his might, but he still could not get any air.
It was as if the air around him had solidified and stopped moving.
'Are you trying to suffocate me to death?'
Thales opened his mouth in vain, but no sound came out. He could only make an angry expression at Asda until his face turned red from the lack of oxygen.
Just as Thales was about to reach for his dagger, Asda finally lowered his finger slowly.
The air began to flow again.
"Phew …" Thales finally inhaled a mouthful of air. He slumped on the chair and panted heavily.
"Why?!" Thales, who had regained air, raised his head and looked at Asda with anger and indignation.
"Have you forgotten so quickly?" The Mystic leaned forward and stared into Thales' eyes. His expression did not change, but his tone was cold. "What did I say to you just now?"
"What did you say? We only met … "Thales was stunned at first, and then he reacted." Erm, we just … "
"Alright, right," Thales murmured, remembering Asda's words.
"The first contract of mystic energy." His face fell, and he sighed.
"Not delving into each other's affairs."
'Damn it.'
Asda stared at him deeply and nodded slowly.
"Don't forget again."
The Mystic gave Thales a deep look before returning to his' seat '.
After experiencing what happened just now, Thales was in an extremely bad mood. He continued to straighten out his breathing.
At the same time, he raised his slightly lowered vigilance to the highest level again.
'Damn it.
This guy … As expected, he cannot be treated as a normal person. '
While Thales was cursing in his heart, Asda lowered his head quietly. His expression was unclear.
There was a strange silence between the two of them.
After a while, Asda finally said, "Aside from your feelings and understanding of that state, tell me all about the times you actively 'lost control'."
Thales sighed. He narrated everything from Vine Manor to Broken Dragon Fortress.
A few minutes later …
"Aside from Red Street Market, the rest did not seem like I lost control at all.
"Being able to use mystic energy during the unconscious' contactor 'stage?" Asda muttered, "That's too strange.
"This is the first time I've heard of it. I should say, in the history of Mystics, there has never been such an example.
"And it was accompanied by increasing damage and burden to the body?"
Asda's eyes flickered, as if he was deep in thought.
For a moment, Thales could swear that he saw a flash of blue light in the Mystic's eyes.
Thales slowed his breathing and could not help but feel nervous.
It felt like he was waiting for a doctor to read out a diagnosis.
"However, every Mystic is unique." Finally, Asda raised his head with a calm expression. "Perhaps you are one of the more special ones. Who knows?
"But before we progress step by step, don't use mystic energy anymore. I don't want you to become a corpse before you become a Mystic."
'One of the more special ones?
'Why? Why am I special?'
Thales sighed in his heart.
As he said this, Thales suddenly thought of something.
He thought of something crucial.
"By the way, Mister Asda," Thales said hesitantly, "Excuse me …"
Asda narrowed his eyes and waited for him to ask.
"If you have lived for so long, you must know your own kind … err, peers." Thales paused for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth. "Excuse me, do you know a Mystic?"
"Her name is …" He took a deep breath.
"TherrenGirana."
Asda's expression did not change.
Thales raised his head and looked straight into Asda's eyes with a burning gaze.
"She might be my mother.
And the reason why I'm so special. "
Asda leaned back in the air.
More than ten seconds of silence fell between the two of them again.
In the silence, Thales could even hear his own heartbeat.
But he did not rush him. Instead, he looked at Asda anxiously and waited for his answer.
'This might be the best opportunity to unravel the mystery of my constitution and origins.'
Thales looked at the Mystic and thought, 'I can't waste it.'
Moreover, he had long suspected the identity and race of his birth mother in this life.
While Thales was distracted, Asda's voice rang slowly.
"Why do you think so?"
The Mystic said flatly, "Why do you think that your mother is a Mystic?"
Thales was slightly stunned.
"The only possibility is that I inherited the constitution of a Mystic from her, isn't it?" Thales touched his head and said anxiously, "And I was thinking, if my Mystic constitution is hereditary, could my mother also be …"
'And …'
Thales anxiously thought of his strange and rough physique that recovered quickly, his abnormal brain capacity, and the memories of his previous life that often came back in the form of flashbacks.
'Not only that.
'From King Kessel, Gilbert, and Jines' secretive attitude towards my mother, to the suspicious conversation between King Kessel and Liscia during the Bloodline Ceremony, to the High Ritual Master's fear and hatred towards my mother, and Yodel's words about being 'entangled with calamities' in Mindis Hall …
'Doesn't all this indicate —'
"Impossible."
A clear male voice rang. Thales was stunned and looked at Asda in front of him.
Asda looked into his eyes and shook his head sternly and decisively.
"Firstly," Asda's gaze was indifferent, "the constitution of a Mystic is not inherited and has nothing to do with the bloodline. There was once an experiment conducted by wizards. They divided five thousand people into five groups … Forget it, you don't want to know about this. After all, Mystics are not hereditary. "
Thales frowned slightly.
Asda closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. "Secondly, Mystics are no longer ordinary creatures. Once we completely become Mystics, our physiques will undergo a huge change. Everyone is different, but there is one thing in common: we can no longer reproduce with other races." Asda closed his eyes and slowly opened them again.
Thales opened his mouth in shock.
"Thirdly." Asda's expression was solemn and his tone was resolute. "Other than you, there are a total of fourteen Mystics in the world, including those who have been sealed. I have met every single one of them, but none of them have this name." Asda's expression was solemn and his tone was resolute.
Thales stared at him blankly.
'Fourteen Mystics.
So few?
And none of them are … '
"Anyway."
Asda shook his head with absolute certainty and his tone was resolute. "Your mother cannot be a Mystic."
When he heard this, Thales was stunned for ten seconds.
Then, he nodded absentmindedly.
'I see.'
"So, there is no Mystic named TherrenGirana." Thales exhaled. For some reason, he felt as if a tense string had been released from his heart.
"As for Mystics, it's impossible for them to reproduce."
His prediction was off. With a sense of disappointment, he leaned against the back of his chair and pondered the mystery of his origin.
A few seconds later, Thales exhaled and revealed a self-deprecating smile.
'This can be considered as letting go of a doubt.
A doubt that has been lingering in my mind for a long time. '
But at the same time, Asda shook his head again.
"However, strictly speaking, there is still a Mystic who has the ability to create life — although I don't think it's' giving birth 'in the true sense of the word." Asda crossed his arms and thought for a while before he slowly said, "But strictly speaking, there is still a Mystic who has the ability to create life.
Thales' heart instantly froze.
The second prince's pupils shrank. He slowly raised his head. "Who?"
Asda separated his clasped hands and raised his head.
"A lady with a bad temper." Asda revealed a clear smile.
Then, the Mystic said a name.
A name that made Thales' expression change.
"Giza Streelman," Asda said flatly.
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